On Sunday afternoon I went to a baby shower for a young woman in our community. She is now approaching full term with her pregnancy. Twelve women were there, and we each brought a blessing, written on a card or piece of paper ready to be pasted into a book.
What a time-honoured tradition, the sharing of women’s knowledge around birth and child-raising! The table was laid with a pink cloth and colourful food, in honour of this baby girl who will soon be amongst us. I passed around little ‘chickens’ from the hen and chickens ferns, so everyone could take home some tender new life to nurture. As spring declares itself more definitely, and the days are suddenly warmer, I feel tender, protective and filled with wonder at the miracle of birth.